Emmylou Harris
Golden Cradle
[Verse 1]
Sweet babe, a golden cradle holds thee
Soft, thy mother's arms enfold thee
Fairest flowers are strewn before thee
Sweet birds warble o'er thee

[Verse 2]
So sleep, my babe, and dream away sorrow
Peace until you wake tomorrow
I will guard thine infant slumbers
Angels watch thy numbers